The QuarterBack~ A Grayson Dolan love story

Chapter 50

Nate's POV

"Nate, I want to marry you, if you asked this before this accident I would have said Mo, I'm not ready, that I want to finish university, and I want for us to explore the world together before committing to such a huge thing, that I want for us to have a stable life before this. But then, I realized, life is short, you can't spend every minute of every second hoping for the future when you can make it the present. Marrying you, would be the best decision I could ever make, and I want you to be happy so bad, cause you deserve it so much. You deserve everything good, cause your so good. So yes I'll marry, of course I'll marry you" she smiles and chuckles. I smile and lightly chuckle. "If I weren't in pain right now, I would carry and kiss the fuck of you!" I chuckle while happy tears fall down my face. She chuckles. "Well who says I can't kiss you" she says and smiles then kisses me.

"So we're engaged!" She says and smiles. "I guess so, want to buy the ring together or surprise you!" I ask her, "surprise me!" She smiles and chuckles then comes to lay beside me.

Ivy's POV

"What do you think they're doing right now?" Grayson asks. "Not much, Probably sleeping!" I reply. "How are you feeling?" He asks, "I feel better now, I was really in shock at first, but then once I heard his strong voice, I knew everything was okay. How are you feeling, that something you never share?!" I ask him.

"I feel fine" he smiles. "Do you really though, Grayson you just saw one of your best friends in their and you were so chill, why?" I ask him. "Because I needed to be chill for you, to make sure that their was someone giving you hope, cause you seem to have lose hope easily" he sighs. "Is it cause of your dad?" He asks

"Can we talk about your life please, just for once, I just want to know, I need you to tell me things, I know it's hard for you, it's hard for me sometimes, but I trust you and I would hope that you trust me!" I tell him. "Well their is not really much I can say, other than the ex girlfriend thing!" He says. "Here's a little question, where's your dad, you never ever mentioned him to me, at first I thought you didn't cause you didn't want me to feel bad that I don't have a dad. But now you just aren't sharing" I tell him

"You do have a dad, that's the difference, you knew your dad!!....I didn't!" He says frustrated. "I was 6, ...he left us, Something about us ruining his football career. He was a quarterback at Harvard, at 20, he got my pregnant, having kids, they got married, he stopped playing football, got a job, he wasn't happy. So he left.. and I never heard from him since!" He sighs.

"So that's where the passion for football came?!" I ask. "Yeah, at first, I would train so hard, Ethan never understood, but then again he didn't really care. I wanted to prove him wrong, I wanted to show him that I was worthy enough for him to 'ruin' his football career. I wanted to make him proud, so he eventually he came back. But he never did, he never really cared, and I don't think I got through my head. When you talk about your dad, I can't help but envy you, at least you knew him, at least he loved you, he made a mistake, but he would never have chosen to leave you. My dad did, he chose to leave us. So yeah, that's why I never talk about him, cause pretty much the only thing I know about him, is that he left his 3 children and his wife alone, so he can play football with a bunch of dudes! As much as I love football, I also hate it, it's the reason he left and the reason I'm fatherless!" He says.

"The reason he left is because he can't commit, he is a coward Grayson! If I were you, I would be very proud of The man you became without him, you don't need to prove to him that you're worthy. Because you already are!" I smile. "Yeah, well how come I don't feel like I am" he sighs then gets up and stretches. I could tell he was really uncomfortable with opening up.

"Because you're hurt! Because you're confused on why he would do what he did! Trust me I know, I know exactly how you feel!" I say to him and get up to look at him as I see tears forming. "I'm sorry, can we not talk about this?" He asks. "I'm sorry but no, I know you aren't comfortable, but I need to know how you feel please! I need to know so I don't feel like you're always the one telling me it's going to be okay, I need to be the one telling you that just once!" I say to him.